As Yet Untitled Lyrics - Darby Terence Trent

Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high 

Far from a river where things grow green 

The flowers weep and they lean away 

From the blood stained soil beneath my feet. 

The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose 

And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink 

On propaganda page 

That will rule your life and fuel my rage. 

I tried to bend my knees 

But my knees were already bent 

I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now 

I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day 

I guess I'll have to depend on me. 

Shall I tell my children if they ask of me 

Did I surrender forth my right to be? 

Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground 

And this same ground still haunts me. 

The cool September blows the seeds away 

The harvest blown again this year 

But I'll return a stronger man 

I'll return to me my homeland 

No grave shall hold my body down 

This land is still my home.